Grace
The cold Alaskan night pressed against the windows of The Spruce, but Grace barely noticed. She lay on her side, staring at the darkened ceiling of her narrow room, her body curled tightly beneath the quilt. Sleep refused to come, no matter how exhausted she was. Thoughts circled in her mind like hungry wolves.
Kaleb.
The bush pilot. The neighbor she could not escape. The man whose eyes burned into her every time they crossed paths. He unsettled her, angered her, but at the same time he made her feel something. And feeling was a dangerous thing. For months, she had lived in a numb fog, half-alive, drifting through her days without passion or joy. But when Kaleb looked at her, the ice inside her cracked.
And that scared her more than anything.
A soft creak echoed in the hall outs
